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The Man...The Musician.
Caressed by your words
falling, soft as snow
upon my welcoming flesh.
Imagined kisses leave your lips
to brush against my skin.
Every indrawn breath
holding back the liquid notes,
will find the weakness I possess.
Ever wanting, always waiting
for your heart to let me in.
i hope
it sounds like you want this man to let you into his heart. just wondering did he let you in
Sadly no, It could never
Sadly no, It could never happen. Doesn't stop how I feel though.
For this write, I leave you a
For this write, I leave you a napkin to wipe your chin'
"Deepinyourdreams"
Are you by any chance
Are you by any chance suggesting I am dribbling ? Well yes I admit to that, many thanks for napkin ;-).